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Chapter 1437 Greta's stubbornness was outrageous! "Oh, we had some visitors!" At that moment, Bo walked in. He strolled in casually and confidently. The female grandmaster, Elara, followed, her sharp eyes scanning the surroundings for potential threats. "Bo, you're here?" Greta's expression softened upon seeing her younger brother. "Greta, you haven't eaten yet, have you?" Bo said. "I've brought some food from Regal Court. You should try it out.

Bo took the container from Elara and placed various dishes on Greta's desk. It was a well-rounded meal, ranging from salads to steaks. "Bo, you're a lifesaver. I've taught you well." Greta smiled, her previous concerns now brushed aside. She was genuinely thankful for her thoughtful brother. "Greta, do these guests have any urgent business here?" Bo looked over at Ezra and Eleanor. He recognized them as fellow scions of well-off families, although they weren't exactly close friends.

"It's all business, but we haven't struck a deal yet," Greta explained. "Are you Mr. Dawson of the Dawson Family?" Eleanor approached Bo and said, "We've recently developed a game -changing product called Rejuvenaid that's about to take the market by storm! "We originally wanted to team up with the Dawson Family. But, unfortunately, your sister made an unwise move by turning down our invitation.

"I hope you can talk to the Dawson family's management to reconsider our proposal." "Turned it down?" Bo raised an eyebrow and looked at both Greta and Eleanor. "What kind of deal are you offering us?" "We're talking about ten percent shares," Eleanor said, holding up one finger. "Ten percent?" Bo blinked, sounding surprised. "Did I hear that right?" Eleanor nodded with unwavering confidence. "Absolutely. The Dawson Family can pocket a ten percent profit without breaking a sweat.

Why pass up such a golden opportunity?" Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ FindNøvᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "Ms. Welch, are you out of your mind? Ten percent? Do you think you're giving out handouts to us?" Bo retorted, his voice laced with sarcasm. He found it hard to believe the audacity of Eleanor. Dustin's genuine Dew Balm granted him a 40 percent profit margin. This woman was suggesting just ten percent for an inferior product.

It was as if she regarded the Dawson Family as an easy mark. "Mind your manners, Mr. Dawson," Eleanor replied, her irritation evident. "Our Rejuvenaid is definitely going to be a hit, and the cash will flow. Ten percent profit is more than enough for the Dawson Family to make a hefty profit." "To hell with you! Do you really think you can make a hit without the Dawson Family's distribution channels?" Bo shot back.

"You might have a fine product, but how do bitches like you plan to sell it without us? Do you think we're gullible? "I-Is this how you're supposed to speak with me?!?" Eleanor's frustration grew as Bo continued to challenge her. She was used to being treated with respect and courtesy due to her status and beauty. Now, this guy was using profanity and derogatory terms without any hint of civility! "This is how I talk; you'll have to get used to it!

If you don't like it, you can leave!" Bo didn't mince words. "How dare you-!" Eleanor was fuming. Bo was undeterred. "Oh, you think I'm going overboard? I can do much more if that's what you want." Bo snapped his fingers and instructed, " Hey, show these two numskulls the door! If they put up a fight, give them a lesson by breaking their legs!"